Category: AU M/L
Summary: AU story based on a song I have liked for a long time, but with a different twist. Liz didn't grow up in Roswell and has been living in foster homes as long as she can remember.
Disclaimer: Jason Katims owns everything Roswell…come on now if I owned it would I be writing fanfic??? Also I don't own the song either, it's "Two beds and a coffee machine" by Savage Garden. I'm just borrowing this stuff and I'll put it back when I'm done I promise. Oh and I created the characters of Abby, Charlotte, and Frank who are loosely based on characters in the song and people I know.
Feedback: Okay I said I wouldn't beg—but I lied…..Please please please leave feedback!
Thanks: To my oh so wonderful beta Elise –you rock!
A/N: the italics indicate thought, also song lyrics.
Frank stopped hitting and kicking her suddenly and stumbled off towards his room. She heard him collapse on his bed and start snoring.
Slowly she stood up, feeling instantly the bruises that were already forming. She tip-toed to his door and looked in. When she was sure that he was passed out for the night, she closed the door and quietly made her way to her room. She grabbed an old bulky long-sleeved tee off her bed and pulled it over her head. She crept down the hall again, this time stopping at the door to the girls' room.
Knocking quietly she whispered, "Girls, it's Lizzie. Open the door please…"
"Are you sure it's you?" Abby whispered back.
"Of course silly, now let me in."
She heard the soft click of the lock turning and the door cracked open. As she stepped inside she whispered, "I need you girls to grab your pajamas and some clothes and put them in a backpack okay? Charlotte, help your sister. Hurry girls, and stay quiet."
Liz closed the door and went back to her room. She pulled her backpack out of the closet and began throwing clothes into it. Next, she stuffed in the small amount of food she hid in her closet for emergencies, mainly some cans of soup, crackers, and juice packs. The last thing to be thrown in was the envelope under her mattress that held roughly $150. It took her forever to save it up and she hoped it would get them far enough away from here. She zipped the bag and went back to the girls' room. "Let's go girls," she whispered.
They tip-toed after her out of the house and to the car parked next door. "Hop in and buckle-up." She got into the driver's seat and started the ignition, hoping it wouldn't wake Frank. She quickly backed up and headed for the closest road out of town.
Liz had no idea where she was headed and she really didn't care as long as it wasn't here.
TBC
And she takes another step
Slowly she opens the door
Check that he is sleeping
Pick up all the broken glass
And furniture on the floor
Been up half the night screaming
Now it's time to get away
Pack up the kids in the car
Another bruise to try and hide
Another alibi to write
Another ditch in the road
You keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Wonder how I ever made it through
And there are children to think of
Baby's asleep in the back seat
Wonder how they'll ever make it through this living nightmare
But the mind is an amazing thing
Full of candy dreams and new toys and another cheap hotel
Two beds and a coffee machine
But there are groceries to buy
And she knows she'll have to go home
Another ditch in the road
You keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Wonder how I ever made it through
Another bruise to try and hide
Another alibi to write
Another lonely highway in the black of the night
But there's hope in the darkness
You know you're going to make it
Another ditch in the road
You keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Silent fortress built to last
Wonder how I ever made it through
